Paul Hornick
I knew Emery back in the late 1980s, when I was "going steady" with his daughter, Susanna, here in Houston. Susanna and I made several trips to Goodnight during those years, and Emery and Montie came here a few times.
I figure Emery didn't know what to think of me. I was a ne'er-do-well in my late thirties. As I still am. And I was a city boy, afraid of rattlesnakes, and horses... and cows. As I still am.
But he always treated me respectfully. I admired him for, above all, his intelligence. But I was also impressed with his ability and comfort in showing his emotions. He teared up easily. As I do.
It's good to have known Emery. He was a class act.
